Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

[postocular]

Who: Carl Grimes, a bunch of zombies, and you
Broadcast: kinda?
Action: Waystation
When: Right now


(( ooc: This is a blanket content warning for blood/gore/death. So! There are zombies ahead and you’ve found yourself on the waystation! You have two options: evacuate, or fight them off. Things of note to remember: Being bitten or scratched are the easiest ways for infection. We don’t suggest being eaten. Magic will be hit or miss depending on player preference/discretion. Characters who become zombies will be treated as in-character deaths. Standard rules apply! The event will last a total of 24 hours. Have fun, and enjoy all the undead things. If there are any questions or anything at all, feel free to pm this journal or hit me up at skorozima. ))

[ The Fleet has been floating along its predetermined path for the past few days, getting further and further away from the Yadrolla System and toward unknown territory. Along the way, those oh-so convenient waystations continue to pop up at their usual intervals. Identical in every way to every other, boring waystation. Neat, right? There are even some of those familiar orange-skinned aliens and some human travelers milling about and generally minding their own business. It’s a good place to stretch your legs, get sodas of questionable flavor, and take those nifty new pets for a walk!

Interrupting the general peace of the waystation, a shrill siren starts, and a robotic voice comes over the intercom as well as all communication devices on the station and surrounding spacecraft, repeating a monotone message. ]


ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT. ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. CALMLY EVACUATE USING THE NEAREST EXIT. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT..

[ Soon, it becomes apparent to those on the waystation what the emergency is. A gaggle? A murder??? Just.. a lot of undead. They’re not in any particular hurry, shambling and stumbling along.. until they spot what looks like some good eats. That seems to get them excited, arms stretching forward, teeth gnashing, and more growling than any sort of verbal mishmash meant to be words. THEY’RE NOT A WORDY PEOPLE, OKAY?

For those looking to escape, it’s quite easy to outrun them unless you’re not paying attention to your surroundings. Corners can be tough! Just don’t get bit or scratched and all is well, except for their incessant attempts at making you a snack. For those who haven’t come across them before, or have run into some variation of them in another world, they’re resilient up to the point of losing their head or the brain being destroyed. Limbs being broken or missing don’t seem to slow them down, just send them a little off-balance.

All they know is attack and eat.

For those of the fleet still on their ships, they gravitate around the waystation, seemingly not wanting to go anywhere. There is a short window of time from the emergency alert to the entire waystation going on lockdown. Those wishing to help evacuate can do so- but they have to be quick!

Once the lockdown is in place, communication ceases with the waystation. All the rest of the fleet can do is sit and wait, and hope for the best. The doors will re-open twenty-four hours later, once it’s clear the situation is handled and they can regroup, count their losses, and wait once again for the perished to rejoin their ranks. ]

Comments

[nomadeupname]

[To say that Stephen finds it unexpected to see a kid Takeshi's age whirl away a zombie is an understatement, but it does explain in part how a kid managed to become the captain of the ship he was assigned to. He's read the short medical file kept in the medical bay on the captain, but this is still surprising.

Once they are both in relative safety, Stephen nods once to Takeshi:]

You're welcome. Should you be safe on the Goldstone?

[He's not being patronizing, but simply states what he believes should be a captain's job: guard their ship and make sure he stays safe. Lest they want to end up with a someone like Loki as a new captain.]

[throwsdown]

I'd love to, Mr. Dr. Strange, but I gotta protect the crew who are stuck here, too!

[He gets right back into a defensive pose, the slightest hiss of steam on the heel of his shoe as he twists it; the suit under his clothing, black and shiny, appears to be the root cause of his added speed and strength. He can't help but be a little curious in the midst of the carnage, and it helps keep his mind on anything other than how these used to be people-]

How'd you do that, with the whip?

[nomadeupname]

[Why is his name so hard to get right? Stephen shakes his head:]

It's just 'Dr. Strange'. Stephen, if you prefer. [Because really, Takeshi is just a kid after all, no need for formalities. Still, the captain's comment makes him frown slightly:]

Do you know how many from the Goldstone are here?

[He watches as Takeshi moves on to hold up his guard again, and Stephen this time, summons a sword , the mandalas glowing bright orange within the blade. The herd of zombies they escaped a few moments before seems to have taken up their scent, and he smiles lightly as he watches them slowly limp towards him and Takeshi.]

Eldritch magic. I've learned to pull energy directly from the multiverse and use it to summon weapons and shields. What about you? How did you managed to throw that undead thing that far?

[throwsdown]

Oh, gotcha, Dr. Strange...! [Formalities is just his bag, though! But he'll try to remember that; it'll probably just end up being Mr. Strange anyway. At least he'll give it a good ol' effort.] There's at least three of us here, but I'm guessing there's more; everyone likes to re-stock between planets at waystations!

[He strikes a defense pose, Bājíquán his primary fighting style, and eyes the zombies with a critical eye.]

I wear a special suit from the man in the ball that I used to kill bad monsters for to get points.

... It's a long story!

[It actually is, too. For once.]

[nomadeupname]

[Stephen frowns lightly at that:]

At least three of us? I guess we should try and find the rest of the crew quickly then. Do you know where they might be?

[He moves on in closer to the zombies, sword swinging over his head before he drives it down on the undeads' heads.]

I'm certainly interested in hearing all about it next time we're in between destinations.

[Because clearly, now is not the time.]

[throwsdown]

[It most certainly is not, my main man. But Takeshi is more than cool with waiting until then, because he's in fighter mode: he rushes from spot to spot, knocking a number of these shambling things onto their backs and necks by throwing them over his head and letting gravity do some of the work. It's not entirely killing them (though they're already dead-), but it's slowing them enough that they can't group up on the survivors fleeing for their lives.]

I'm not sure! I was with Miss Maggie, but we got separated.

She's used to dealing with this kinda' monsters, though; they're like the ones from her home.

[nomadeupname]

[Stephen watches his captain throw around some more zombies, mildly impressed with the kid's abilities. It's brute force, but it's effective enough: it gives him time to finish them with his sword as they move forward from where they were pinned down. The mention of Maggie does create a crease on his brow:]

Where did you see her last? [They should probably get to her as soon as they can.

There's a slight pause from Strange as Takashi mentions the things they're fighting being similar to creatures from Maggie's world.]

What? She lives in a land of the living dead?

[He barely knows her, but he has no doubts she's capable of taking care of herself if this is something similar to her world. Still, their advantage would be to be all together.]

[throwsdown]

[He nods, sure of himself.]

They're like the ones in her world, yeah! Aim for the head, she told me. The brain's the important part, otherwise they'll never stay down. [He figures Stephen's figured that out by now, though; he turns and eyes the shambling corpses.] I saw her that way last, but we got separated by metal doors. I think they were emergency ones...!